Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and Liu Lang stayed at the Marriott Hotel in these three days, without going out a step, after all, this place is not as good as Europe and the United States, and the dangers on the streets can be seen everywhere, Liu Lang can see a large number of people walking by from time to time when he stands in front of the window, and they hold signs to protest against the government, and the Marriott Hotel has hired professional security guards to be responsible for security work, five or six strong men walk around the hotel every day, for fear that those people will break in, it's not good, the Soviets are very friendly to the United States, and they haven't done anything out of line。

Liu Lang can rest, Zhou Hu They are not busy for a day, they have to go out for more than ten hours every day, constantly investigating the situation of the Red Star Factory, every day there is a great harvest, the more detailed the information, the more they will control the situation.

At about nine o'clock in the morning of the fourth day, one of Belev's subordinates came to the Marriott Hotel and told Zhou Hu that Belev was waiting for him at the Red Star Factory and asked everyone to go immediately.

Belev sent two cars, Liu Lang, Zhou Hu, Sun Hu, Du Huaiyi and two guards got into the car and went straight to the Red Star Factory, while the other guards called taxis and acted separately.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the Red Star Factory, and after stopping, Belev walked with a group of people to meet him.

"Dear Zhou, welcome to my turf!"

Belev and Zhou Hu came to a hug and felt very cordial.

"Belev, it seems that you have a lot of men! I feel a lot of pressure!"

Zhou Hu looked at the group of people behind the other party and replied with a smile.

"Zhou, don't be nervous, they are my subordinates, you are my guest, they will only protect you, this place is not as peaceful as your country!"

"Okay, then my safety now depends on you, let's go!"

Zhou Hu didn't talk nonsense with the other party, and signaled to lead the way.

"Let's go!"

As soon as Belev waved his hand, most of the people behind him immediately dispersed, and only three bodyguards followed him.

Walking into the gate of the factory, you will see a MiG-21 aircraft, the aircraft is inlaid on a five-meter-high brass pillar, this aircraft is not a model, it is a real aircraft, but the engine system and weapon system have been removed.

"Zhou, this is the pride of our Red Star Factory, which has been standing here for thirty years!"

Belev looked up and pointed to the plane and said proudly, there was still a trace of pride in his words.

"What a powerful country!"

Zhou Hu sighed very much, the MiG-21 was also imported to China in 60 years, and later modified into a domestic J-7 fighter, equipped with a large number of air forces, which is considered the main battle model, but now the country has produced the J-8, the performance has been greatly improved, and the J-7 is a little behind.

"Let's go, I'll show you the warehouse!"

Belev led the crowd to the depths of the factory.

The Hongxing factory is indeed very large, covering an area of more than 300,000 square meters, and there are factories everywhere, as well as equipment placed everywhere, but many factory glass has been smashed, and most of the equipment is rusty, and it can be bought as scrap iron.

Liu Lang sighed very much in his heart, when a country is about to die, what economy and what industry are on the verge of collapse, the trees are falling and scattered, and the common people can only find a way to live by themselves.

Just as a group of people walked towards the factory, there were still many people around who were constantly putting discarded equipment on the board truck, Belev saw them pretending to scare, but the other party didn't care at all, and still pulled on his own.

It seems that this Belev is not a domineering person, at least allowing others to earn a little money.

Soon everyone came to a large factory.

"This is our equipment workshop here, let's go, let you see!"

A group of people walked into the workshop, which was very spacious, more than 5,000 square meters, almost the size of a football field, and was full of aircraft parts, many of which had been loaded in containers.

"Look at it, here's the engine, here's the control panel, here's the wing, here's the nose ......!"

Liu Lang and the others walked around, a lot of the equipment is new, it seems that Belev's gang also wipes it often, too, they themselves are workers, how to maintain these equipment is naturally good, of course, they just do it to sell it at a good price.

"It's all MiG-19, and 21 and so on, I'm not very interested in them, Belev, I think you should take me to the database first, let me see what you have. ”

Zhou Hu didn't talk nonsense with the other party anymore, and went straight to the point.

"That's ......... Okay, then I'll take you there, but there's so much information in that place that you won't find anything for a while!"

Belev did not refuse, and led the people inside.

Ten minutes later, a two-story building appeared in front, the shape of the small building made Liu Lang feel very familiar, and the office building of some primary schools in China is very similar, because the shape is very similar to an airplane, so this kind of building in China is commonly known as "aircraft building".

In fact, many buildings in China that are more than twenty or thirty years old are built in imitation of the Soviet Union, and Liu Lang finally saw the original today.

"There are tens of thousands of documents in this, can you see it? I don't think it's better to waste time, the best things in our factory are in the workshop. ”

Belev was disgusted by Zhou Hu's request.

"What a nuisance!"

Belev really couldn't figure out why the other party had to find some information, but for the sake of the dollar, he put up with it.

At its peak, the factory had hundreds of design experts who dedicated their lives to the national aircraft industry, but now it is abandoned, and the skills of these designers are buried forever.

Just as Belev and the others were about to push open the door and enter, a loud roar suddenly came from the building.

Zhou Hu and Sun Hu reacted the fastest, and with a slight movement of their bodies, they blocked Liu Lang behind them, and at the same time, their hands quietly reached near their pockets, where they put their pistols.

Before he could finish speaking, an old man came out of it, who seemed to be in his sixties, with tattered clothes, a scruffy beard, and a vodka bottle in his hand.

"Belev......... What are you doing here?"

The old man shouted.

"It turned out to be Uncle Kaminsky, why are you staying here? Oh, I remember, you have no children and no daughters, and the factory is your home, but now that the factory is finished, you better leave quickly, and you may find a wife while you are young!"

Belev looked at the old man with contempt.

"Haha, Uncle Kaminsky, what are you eating and drinking here? You can't eat or drink paper, can you?"

Others also laughed at the old man.

"You guys, it's just a bunch of losers, if you sell like this, the whole factory will be sold out, and now it's my idea again, I tell you, as long as I'm here, don't think about it!"

The old man stood in front of the door like a door god.